*****Still at the front of the Prime Minister’s office.Cassandra sat on the cold marble floor, her knees tucked in and her back slumped like someone whose entire world had been reduced to ashes.She didn’t merely look devastated… she looked ruined, the kind of ruined where people assume your mansion just exploded, your favorite dog ran away, and your ancestral home burned down all on the same morning.Her eyes were empty, glassy, and unfocused… the type of look that stabbed straight through anyone with a functioning heart.But of course, no one noticed.Why? Because her father stood not far away, trapped in his own emotional nightmare.The man looked like a statue someone forgot to finish carving… stiff, pale, and staring into nothing, his soul clearly having packed its bags and left the premises.In fact, if a fly were to land on his forehead right now, it would probably think he was the decorative ornament in front of the Prime Minister’s office.And then there was the el

*****The old man’s fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned bone-white, regret tearing through him ruthlessly, burning into his heart, his soul, and every corner of his being.Finally, he drew in a long, shaking breath, brimming with emotion.“I can only salvage this as best as I can,” he muttered under his breath, his voice ragged but resolute. This was not optimism… it was survival instinct.Slowly and heavily, as though every regret in his body weighed down his bones, he rose to his feet and looked at his son and granddaughter.“Since the only two people we know who are aware of the sir’s true identity are the Prime Minister and the Harrison old man… and since the Prime Minister is currently with the sir…” His voice dropped into something deep and grave, snapping Cassandra and Aldric out of their daze.“We have only one path left. We must go to the Harrison old man and beg... not request or negotiate, but beg him to connect us to the sir, so we can apologize and show

*****Xavier was already contemplating the kind of punishment so deep that it would leave regret etched into the bones of the ones who dared enough to hurt his wife, for the next generations to come.He wanted them to understand… deeply and painfully that they had knowingly stepped across a line that no mortal or immortals should ever cross.And above all… he wanted to finish everything before Grace woke up.Because to Xavier, that was the real challenge. Not crushing his enemies… that part was easy.The challenge was doing it swiftly, silently, and cleanly… without letting Grace worry for even a heartbeat.The thought made Xavier sigh internally and lean back in the seat.His expression was unreadable, but his thoughts were a chaotic storm beneath the calm surface.‘I should just stick to the original plan for now,’ he told himself, exhaling slowly as his jaw tightened. ‘If the Harrisons can’t get this done…’His gaze sharpened, a cold light flashing through his eyes at the

*****Actually, the Prime Minister already knew that Xavier was powerful… terrifyingly powerful, in fact. After all, reaching the realm of an erudite grandmaster wasn’t something one achieved by merely reading books until dawn, having oceans of knowledge about the world, or sipping tea with condescending elegance.No. To become an erudite grandmaster, one needed the kind of strength that could send mountains into therapy.But the problem was… he had never truly considered Xavier’s level.Not once had the thought crossed his mind that the Grandmaster he treated with such great reverence and respect could possibly have anything to do with the two A-rank fighters who nearly tore the heavens apart three days ago.If he had even suspected such a thing, he wouldn’t have been merely “concerned.” No, he would have been hysterically polishing Xavier’s shoes, offering up his political enemies as tribute, and possibly naming a holiday, places, and buildings after him.And now… with Xavier’

*****The elderly Prime Minister slowly turned to Xavier with stiff joints and a trembling jaw. “I… I didn’t mean to scold you, grandmaster,” he blurted out, his voice cracking as he turned pale.He wanted to cry deeply, recalling how confidently and how stupidly he had complained to Xavier about the two A-rank fighters.He had reported them like a diligent employee running to HR to tattle, completely oblivious to the fact that Xavier himself was one of those apocalyptic beings.At this point, he wanted to roll down the window and bash his forehead on the highway railings.Fortunately, Xavier only rolled his eyes.“You didn’t scold me,” he said lazily, stretching with the kind of casual ease only a walking natural disaster could have. “And honestly, if you had, I would’ve deserved it.”“This…”The old man nearly combusted on the spot. ‘Deserve it?’‘DESERVE IT?!’What sane human would dare to chastise someone who could turn them into a fine mist? Certainly not him… and certa